A Song in the Daylightby
Paullina SimonsFormat: Hardcover, 784 pages
Publisher: Harper Collins
ISBN-10: 0007305575
ISBN-13: 978-0007305575
Larissa Stark is a beautiful woman who plays many roles in her life: wife, mother, devoted friend. She has everything she ever wanted, until a chance encounter with a stranger changes Larissa′s idyllic existence forever, leading her to question all the things she once believed were true. Faced with impossible choices and contemplating the unthinkable, Larissa struggles with an eternal mystery: how does one woman follow a divided heart?
Spanning the upscale suburbs of New Jersey, the slums of Manila and the desolate beauty of the Australian outback,
A Song in the Daylight is a story of the bonds that unite us and the desires that drive us apart.
From the author of
Tully and
The Bronze Horseman comes another unforgettable novel of passion and heartbreak.
Visit Paullina′s website for
more info, including about her book tour in Australia and New Zealand. (Big smooches to all.)
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... Thank god.
I’m looking forward to
Angels and Demons more than I was to
The Da Vinci Code. The book is far more entertaining and the historical aspects more engrossing. I was very lucky to be living in Rome when I first read this novel so I feel I got to “live” it in a rather real way. At the time, I became obsessed with all that included Vatican history; very educational.
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I really like
Barack Obama. He’s smart, handsome, stands up for what he believes in and is very politically mature for his age—yet, not mature enough to run for president of the United States let alone mature enough to be president of the United States.
I believe he has all the qualities to be a wonderful president someday but right now he lacks the experience, the maturity and, apparently, the diplomacy a leader needs:
Candidates gave varying opinions late Monday night of President Bush’s State of the Union speech, but the two who showed for the speech at the Capitol offered the most telling body language.
Democratic rivals Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama shared the same row in the House chamber and came within a foot of each other just before the president’s speech Monday night. But neither acknowledged the other as Clinton, clad in scarlet, walked toward Obama to greet Sen. Edward M. Kennedy, the liberal icon whose endorsement she had courted only to lose to Obama.
Kennedy shook her hand while Obama, wearing a dark suit and standing between the two, turned away. A doorkeeper caught between it all cringes in a photo that captures the moment.
He should have been the proverbial “bigger man” last night. He’d publically won the endorsement of the Kennedy’s which bear a lot of weight in the Democratic Party. He must have understood that was a hard blow to Hillary, and yet, she went to shake Ted Kennedy’s hand, and he, instead of using the opportunity to greet Mrs. Clinton, turns around and snubs her.
He acted like a petulant child instead of a presidential candidate. I’m pretty sure he regrets this today.Labels: bitchin’ news, politics crap
What a tragedy. When Trollop told me about this last night I thought she’s just being Evil Trollop and was only joking, particularly when she mentioned he was found naked with pills in whatsherface Olsen twin’s apartment. And then this thing from some “church” came up:
I’d never even heard of this Westboro Baptist Church. According to Wikipedia, it’s a group that condemns lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people, Roman Catholics, Muslims and Jews, as well as populations it believes are supporting the abovementioned groups, including Swedes, Canadians, Irish, British and Americans. They picket gay pride events and funerals, and achieved national notoriety due to its picketing of funeral processions for soldiers killed in Iraq war combat.
Ohhh, what hard-working and dedicated assholes! (I will not link or mention their website; they’ve gotten enough sordid publicity, abhorrent pigs!)
I never wish for anyone to die hanging by the balls in a public square where people took turn to beat him with bamboo sticks, but it’s hard not to when faced with the biggest group of ignorant fuckwits I have ever seen. These disgusting morons sure make Tom’s science fiction tree house church look like an amateur. Labels: bitchin’ news, celebs crap
I was over at
SBTB where they have yet another post about
Cassie Edwards and the big plagiarism brouhaha thingy that’s been going on for the last couple of weeks.
Now, I don’t know who she is or what she wrote or if she plagiarized or not. *yawn* What I want to know is: Who is
Paul Tolmé? Is he single? And where can I find him? LOL
I love
what he wrote in reply to what was “borrowed” by CE from his article
“Toughing It Out in the Badlands” to use as dialogue for her novel
Shadow Bear (jayzus, this lady needs some help with her book titles):
My story (“Toughing It Out in the Badlands”) is at the center of 2008’s sexiest plagiarism scandal.
In the Internet age, every freelance writer fears that his or her words will be appropriated without compensation. First I was angry. Then I had to laugh. To see my textbook descriptions of ferrets in a bodice-ripper, as dialogue between a hunky American Indian and a lustful pioneer woman who several pages later have sex on a mossy riverbank, is the height of absurdity.
Shadow Bear feels a longing in his loins. On page 195, after several false starts to stoke the furnaces of readers, Bramlett and Shadow Bear finally get down to business. They have sex in his teepee on some animal pelts. Hungrily, their sinuous bodies rock and quake until both explode in rapturous pleasure. When the teepee flaps are rocking, don’t come a-knocking.
This about had me rolling on the floor laughing.
That is some bad dialogue. It stands out as clunky and awkward even by the standards of romance novels. That’s because Edwards didn’t write it. I did.
As a victim of plagiarism, I am left wondering how many other works of mine have been purloined? And what does Edwards owe me? Does she owe me anything, aside from an apology and maybe a free, autographed copy of her book with an “attaboy” on the passage in question? My words did not enhance her novel. They were filler. I can imagine frustrated and horny readers cursing the ferrets and skipping ahead in search of the next nipple.
We should hire this guy to write for TBB. I’d pay him with sex *wink* and food. I knew my amazing culinary skills would come in handy one day. *g*
I’m no longer angry with Edwards. In fact, I feel sorry for her. The blogosphere is buzzing with irate calls to boycott Edwards’s books and appearances. According to an interview she did with the Associated Press, she did not know she was supposed to quote source materials. Ignorance of law and ethics is no excuse, however. Plagiarism victimizes writers. It betrays the trust of readers. It tarnishes the craft of writing.
But there is another victim here that has been lost in the discussion: the ferrets.
It’s official: I’m in luurrve! This man is smart, kind, forgiving, funny, sarcastic and freaking hot.
Do you guys think I’d scare him by emailing, and pledging my undying love to him, with an attached naked picture of myself? Maybe I could dress as a sexy ferret; that would surely get his attention!
**Editing to add a small note: People, give this CE thing a fucking rest already. Come on, let’s move on to the next person Romance Land will trash, bash, flame and make online life a living hell for. Are the movers and shakers getting slow or running out of material (if we were only so lucky LOL)?Labels: bibliophile’s affair, bitchin’ news, fucking around, romance baby
Can writing poetry be considered a terrorist act?
Samina Malik, the 23-year-old “Lyrical Terrorist”, is the first woman ever to be convicted under the Terrorism Act. What did she do? Well, she downloaded some documents from terrorist websites and then *gasp*:
Malik went all Web 2.0 and posted poems—terrible, terrible poems—on various websites. That’s about the extent of her terrorist activity. But never fear. The judge and prosecutors went the extra mile to give her a notoriety that her very, very bad poetry and infantile fantasies about being a terrorist really don’t warrant.
I too will go a weeeee bit further and say Malik’s poems are very, very terrible and she is a verra, verra, VERRA bad poet. Aye. Just look at some of her poems:
The Living Martyrs, said: “Let us make Jihad/ Move to the front line/ To chop chop head of kuffar swine”.
A second poem was called How to Behead. “It’s not as messy or as hard as some may think/ It’s all about the flow of the wrist,” it read.
Sheesh. And I thought
Brit Brit’s “I’m just the girl with the ability to drive a man crazy/ Make him come in my mouth/ Make him my new baby” was bad.
You heathens know
I have a thing for poets so you can say I’m a little biased but seriously, dude, poetry is a terroristic act? Me thinks everyone not loopy will say NO, no matter how “very, very bad” the poem is.
If she’d stuck to the style of Tupac Shakur, writing in a crop top and jeans rather than a hijab, none of this would have happened, of course, no matter how eerily similar the poetry would have been.
Whatever. This Malik chick is just a dumb poet. Why can’t people just be dumb poets anymore? They had to be Lyrical Terrorists! Look at Brit Brit. She maybe a crazy fuck but she’s only a dumb poet so no one’s putting her in jail. :/
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I thought only gay teachers/headmasters/principals did such despicable things. Guess I might be wrong. We’ll have to wait and see as there’s no mention of this woman’s sexual preferences in any of
the articles I’ve read. But as Americans are so homophobic, I’m deducing that had there been any insinuations of the teacher in question being gay, it would’ve been all over the headlines already.
We’ll see how this turns out....
Winfrey had tears in her eyes as she asked parents to forgive her for alleged abuse at her girls’ school here. “I’ve disappointed you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” Oprah told parents at an emergency meeting in a packed marquee tent on the school premises.
The TV talk-show queen has visited her school at Henley-on-Klip near Vereeniging at least twice in the past few weeks, after allegations that one of the matrons fondled a girl and that other pupils had been physically abused.
Oprah gave the girls her personal telephone number, her e-mail address and her postal address so that they could contact her at any time, day or night.
Apart from the matron apparently involved, Oprah sent the principal, a Dr Mzimane, and at least one other matron on leave two weeks ago.
A parent told Rapport on Saturday evening that the abuse had visibly upset Oprah. She had felt guilty because she had trusted the principal and the matron.
“I trusted her (Dr Mzimane). When I appointed her, I thought she was passionate about the children of Africa. “But, I’ve been disappointed,” Oprah said in tears last Saturday.
Oprah’s “daughters” have accused Dr. Mzimane of failing to take action, although the girls had often complained of being grabbed by the neck, beaten and thrown against a wall, and being sworn at.
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I miss our “Bitchin’ News” section. Trollop said she’ll try to do it every weekend. (HOLD HER TO HER WORD!) As I type this, she’s out eating some raw fish or gad-knows what vile thing *shudder* so in the meantime, you’re stuck with me and what I deem newsworthy.
- Verdi’s “Ave Maria” wafted through Modena’s cathedral on Saturday as the world bade farewell to Luciano Pavarotti with a funeral close to his classical roots.
- Author Madeleine L’Engle, whose novel A Wrinkle in Time has captivated generations of schoolchildren and adults since the 1960s, has died. -*sigh* First Pavarotti, then Sir Butter-Beep (my trusty first evah BOB *sniff*), now her. I feel like genius is slowly leaving planet Earth and all we’re gonna be left with is the litter of Paris Hilton. Xenu forbid!
- A marijuana dealer telephoned police after armed thieves stole his quarter-pound stash of pot. –*ring*ring* Hello, Mr. Policeman! *gasp* That is the same dumbass who tried to take me to court for being “such a Harlot and stealing his heart” and then had the gall to demand I marry him as payment for damages! What a jackass, I tell ya!
- Madeleine McCann’s parents named suspects. –Remember this missing British girl? Her parents run an international campaign—with the help of celebrities like J.K. Rowling and David Beckham that raised $2 million funds(!)—to find her. Sheesh. Is this what I have to do to be JKR&Becks’-BFF-slash-instant-millionaire?
- U.S. Rep. Jim Sensenbrenner, already a millionaire and heir to the Kimberly-Clark fortune, hit it big in 1997 with a $250,000 jackpot in the District of Columbia lottery. Then, last spring, he won $1,000 prize in the Wisconsin lottery, and he won another $1,000 in that lottery last week. –Jeyzuz! Congressman, give us wee folks a chance! When am *I* going to win the lottery? My future pritti villa in Italy full of oh-so-lickable Italian studmuffins are waiting for me, ya know. *sob*
- Consumers, not just factory workers, may be in danger from fumes from buttery flavoring in microwave popcorn. -Those who like microwave popcorn, READ THIS! Apparently its fumes can cause lung disease. Oh, fuck. What about my favorite microwave canned corn with cheese? :/
- In October, the online retailer Amazon.com will unveil the Kindle, an electronic book reader that has been the subject of industry speculation for a year. The Kindle will be priced at $400 to $500 and will wirelessly connect to an e-book store on Amazon’s site. Also this fall, Google plans to start charging users for full online access to the digital copies of some books in its database. -Am I the only one who thinks this Kindle is a fug monster? It looks like some hideous apparatus they’d used to torture people in the 80’s... Then again, I suppose it has its appeal. Who in his RIGHT mind would steal such ugliness??? But hey, I’m a shallow fuck who nicked my sister’s iPod because it’s soooo cute! Hee. :P
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I’m sad to report that nothing bitchingly bravura happened yesterday for my birthday. (Of course that doesn’t include dreams of
my Raoul shagging me senseless till I’m cross-eyed with bliss. ;)) No piña colada-serving hottie for me to ogle, no nekkid studmuffin with a red bow tied on his neck waiting for me to open my gifts either. (The injustice! *sniffles*) I didn’t even see the
Perseid meteor shower—and to think it’s supposed to announce my glorious existence in this world... *long suffering sigh*
Yaknow, I think I actually like
my birthday last year, especially when I remember how Trollop tried to send me a cheesecake (WITH BDAY ICING, for gadssake). Unfortunately (for her—it’s unending delight for meee! :D), the woman she spoke with on the phone didn’t understand her too foreign accent, hee. It’s a long story that involves the bakeshop’s staff passing around the phone,
Nutella, Trollop’s credit card, Trollop screaming and... well, let’s just say when I found out about it I almost died of laughter. *mwahahaha*
Anyhoodles, I have tons of book related news that’s gonna be boring if posted individually yet informative enough not to be discarded. Besides, I miss our “Bitchin’ News” section so here goes *g*:
- Stephen King, who wrote a moving pre-7/21 goodbye letter to the end of the Harry Potter series, *sniff* takes a spoiler-filled look back at HP7 and reflects on why no review did it justice, and whether kids (and their grown-ups) will ever read the same way again.
- First Lady Laura Bush and daughter Jenna are writing a children’s book about a mischievous boy who likes to do everything but read. Hopefully, this boy at least knows the old saying in Tennessee—I know it’s in Texas, probably in Tennessee—that says, fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—you can’t get fooled again. Er... you know what I mean. :/
- Ever wondered which author has Trollop’s chicken-scratched penmanship? :P Check out this collection of author autographs.
- BBC is developing a *gasp* $50 million live-action adaptation of Rudyard Kipling’s The Jungle Book. Goodness me, are they going to dress Mowgli with diamond studded g-string or something?
- Loved Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner? Here’s the trailer for the upcoming film adaptation:
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